2008年9月26日 星期五

a bag of magician

Yesterday I attended a course by government hold which invited some succeed businessmen made speeches about how they got their goals in their life. For the parking space i went there early but unfortunately an odd man sitting by my side. It really destroyed my whole day. I don't know why he prepared so many staffs ; water pot, a rice ball, cellular phone, watch and so on all put on the desk. I don't know why? Am I critical? When I get older like him or my mom. Could I go out just to take a simple wallet and keys? My mom usually take so many stuffs in her bag but always forget the most important thing when she goes out even for a while. It's a bag of magician to me when I go out with her. She always say that I just have one in my bag.

2008年9月16日 星期二

dash one

After Sep. 13th I am forty - one years old. It's a tiny horrible to me. Counting my gray hairs between the black hairs is made me panic much more. Look my dad's hair. Oh! my... ! All gray hair! This is a conflict. I hope i could have the gray hairs like dads'. It means i could live healthily to that age. But now i must cut off these gray hair because of they are quite obvious that i am old enough to have these gray hairs.